The love of a father
My dad always fetch me every morning to mrt.2 weeks ago, it was raining very heavily. And my dad parked his car below the block, came out of this car with his umbrella, and stand under the block, holding the umbrella, resting his eyes while waiting for me to come down.
I teared when I saw him waiting there for me. He is so tired, resting his eyes even as he is standing, and yet waiting there for me with his umbrella.
I was so touched. I love you father.
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posted by Fleur De La Lune @ 9:30 pm
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